Is This What... "Peace" Looks Like?: The Guardians in Dreamville

It had been a few months since the attack on High Guardian Academy. The four girls had gone off on a quest, with the permission of their favorite professor, Caraway. Thanks to his help, they had gotten word that an informant was planning to meet them in Dreamville, saying he had information about Lavender's whereabouts. Rumors had said it was the most peaceful place in all of Witch Country. The young guardians doubted this. Even so, they hoped he would provide them with the breakthrough they were looking for. Maybe he could even tell them about the mysterious Triumverate. 

As they arrived in a horse-drawn carriage, the fog lifted. A quiet, yet orderly, town was before them. It was unusual that people traveled to the town at all since it was a bit secluded. The girls looked around and chuckled about their surroundings, and their adventure so far. They called out to someone nearby. He guided them to the local pub where they were to meet the informant. After the man mentioned drinking beer, Rosemary spoke for herself and her friends. "Oh, that's fine, sir, but we are too young." The man shrugged and led them inside. There were men sitting around the bar. The bartender mixing and making the drinks had a very busty figure. She seemed to give the men whatever drink they asked for. Something seemed off.

The bartender was surprised to see a few young girls coming up to the bar. She tried to make some small talk. "What brings you travelers here?" Sage explained the best she could. The bartender seemed a bit demure, although they weren't sure why. "Oh, my husband can help you with that. He's great, you know. I'm so glad that he's such a strong man. I couldn't do half the things he does." The girls found this comment a bit weird, but they didn't want to judge her. She laughed a little, adding, "we are private people here. We don't get many visitors, so it is a bit of a honor. We are glad you came."

This day seemed to get stranger and stranger. They were to say a codeword. The people in the town would know. "We are looking for goldenrod, do you know...," Parsley began saying. The barkeep pointed at a nearby table. She grinned. "That's him over there." They followed her instructions and walked over to the wooden table. Rosemary approached the man, who had a hood covering his face. "Are you goldenrod?" The man nodded. As they sat around the table, he began speaking. Something about his voice sounded familiar, although they couldn't exactly place it.

"Thank you all for coming. I'd love to give you all a warm welcome. Why don't I show you around town just to ease your worries and show you how safe it is? We can chat along the way before we get to our destination where we can talk in more privacy." Thyme was skeptical of this man. Even so, she didn't want to tire herself out. "Well, we did come this way, so why not."

With this man as their guide, they trotted around the town. They saw the enormity of the own and a sturdy wall, made of mixed brick and stone, surrounding it. The town seemed like it came out of a glossy travel guide, with well-designed houses, children playing happily, and adults carefully watching them. The men all seemed to be muscular, and well-built. The women were stunningly beautiful, while they wore tight, yet conservative, dresses. Some were pregnant, while others went about their own business. These women either kept an eye on their children or baked, with smells wafting out of the windows.

Everything smelled so good. The women's smiles became wider. Suddenly, a woman named Linda ran up to the guide. She'd wished him well earlier that morning. "My dear Aster, you are finally home!" They all looked at each other. It couldn't that Aster, right? Her red dress clung to her very busty, and curvy, body. Her other features emphasized her sexiness. The girls found this especially bizarre. Aster turned to the four girls. "I'd like to introduce my cousin, Linda. She helped me settle here recently. She is one of the prettiest girls in town."

The woman smiled and blushed like a little schoolgirl who had been given an award for the first time. "Oh, you always know what to say, Aster." She led them to the local inn. She proudly declared, "I run this establishment with my husband. He's such a delight. I'm glad I can do something for him every day." Before the girls could speak another word, the man interrupted their thoughts. He could tell they were worn out. He only wanted to show his hospitality. "Why don't you all stay the night? I'm sure you are all very tired from your long journey. We can talk in the morning."

The girls looked at each other. They were uncertain about his offer. This town seemed almost too perfect, considering how secluded it was, and felt unsettling in a certain way. Even so, they were, without a doubt, exhausted despite the fact they had only taken a carriage ride from Lyngarth. Rosemary spoke on behalf of the girls, with their agreement. "Well, you are right, mister, we have come from so far away. If you don't mind, we'd be honored to stay at this inn." Linda beamed. She had a look of joy on her face. She was happy to serve them.

"It is no problem at all. We haven't had guests in so long, so it is an absolute pleasure." She proceeded to bow. The spice girls were grateful.

As Aster showed them the many rooms in the inn, they almost felt relaxed, although they weren't exactly sure why. The inn was clean and tidy like everything else in town. Sage blurted out a response. "If we could chill in the parlor room, that would be great." He nodded. He told them to deposit their weapons in a closet, citing a "no weapons policy." Rosemary wanted to comply. However, the other girls were wary to do so. They wanted to be ready for any threat. She kept her sword with her. She offered to help set up the beds, saying it would be easier to do with more people. Linda agreed to help her. 

The other three girls could see that this place was peaceful. Linda returned. She told the girls that Rosemary had begun to rest in one of the guest rooms. Sage offered to help with the cooking. "If you wouldn't mind, ma'am," she said. The woman nodded. "Well, it is surely Woman's work after all, so you can surely assist me." The girls looked at her weirdly, unsure why she had described it that way. The atmosphere kept them from saying anything to correct her archaic way of thinking. As Sage entered the kitchen, the woman looked at her warmly. She felt that she'd done the right thing.

As both women got to work and began cooking, Thyme and Parsley confided to one another about the weirdness of this town. At that very moment, Aster came up to them. "Have you always lived in Dreamville?" Parsley asked. He shook his head. "No, I came here very recently. I've really accustomed myself to this place since then." They found this curious. Something wasn't right. A little later, after Linda had praised her cooking, she asked in a sweet voice, "could you be such a dear and bring out the appetizer to your friends?" Sage replied, almost instinctively, "sure, I can do that, ma'am."

Sage didn't know why, but she felt happy when she said this. She felt happy cooking for her friends. For one moment, she almost imagined living there, that she was perfect at cooking, and entertaining others before the Man she loved returned from his job as an adventurer. She shook her head violently, quickly clearing it. She wasn't sure what in the world was going on with her. Parsley and Thyme enjoyed the appetizer. They wondered if they could ever make anything as scrumptious as this food. Maybe someday they could, maybe if they dedicated themselves to cooking...

As the night went on, Sage, Parsley, and Thyme struggled to keep their eyes open, becoming more and more drowsy by the minute. They chattered about how devoted Linda looked while sharing childhood memories of their own happy times with their families. Aster guided the girls up the wooden stairs and to their respective rooms. They soon crashed on their respective beds. At Aster's suggestion, they dressed themselves in the night clothes that had been laid out for them. These clothes exposed their cleavage and supported their chests. Each one almost looked like it had been specifically made for them. Their sleepiness pushed away this thought. He wished them all good night.

He approached one room in particular where a pink-haired girl was sleeping. He approached her, gently, not wanting to awake her from her peaceful slumber. He began softly whispering in her ear, hoping to influence her dreams. His words were imbued with magic. In her dream, she saw herself standing in a kitchen, pulling out a tray of roasted veggies from the oven. She was fully mature now and had her own home. She placed the tray on the wooden table to cool, marveling at her achievement and how it was better than her neighbors. She had finally bested them.

"Mommy! Mommy!" two children cried out. She spun around to see her two daughters, whose hair was stylized just like hers. They both looked so smart. One wore a dress with pink and white polka dots. The other had on a dress with yellow and black polka dots, almost resembling a bumblebee. She leaned down so she could talk to her children on their level.

"Sweeties, what is it?" Her voice was mature and had a sweet tone just like Linda.

"Can we have some veggies now?" her daughter asked. The other daughter had the same plea. "Can, we please?" She could not think of their names for the life of her.

"Oh, I'm sorry sweeties, but they are still cooling. I don't want you both to burn your cute little tongues."

The twins both said "aww," causing her to weaken a little inside. Just then a man, whose face was hidden in shadows, but dressed to the nines, whose distinctive golden hair was tied in a ponytail, came close to her. As she was down at the floor, near her children, he playfully smacked her ass. Surprised at what he'd done, she felt a mix of pain and also, for some reason, a bit of arousal.

"Listen to your mommy, girls," his deep, commanding, and masculine voice said, as it boomed across the room. Rosemary felt her legs start to get a little weak. She quickly stood straight up and kissed the Man, her husband, on the cheek. She could say no more than praise him for what he did for their family. "It's great for you to be here, my sweet hubby. Dinner will be ready soon." He smiled back.

Parsley's dream was similar. She wiped the last bit of dust from her spacious living room, which made her extremely proud of her accomplishment. She couldn't believe that she had the most amazing place. She was proud of all of the decorations. The other housewives had been jealous but praised her nonetheless. She told them there would always be next year. Her husband, whose name escaped her, lovingly patted her on the head when she'd showed him the trophy she'd won. She wondered what food he'd like best. Her mother Angie was visiting. She sipped a cup of tea elegantly, then carefully placed it back on its saucer, which sat on a beautiful metal tray. She looked up at her daughter.

Her was happy and cheery. "Pars, I know I haven't always been the best mother, or even the one you had hoped for, but I know, seeing how happy you are here, that you will be a better mother than me. You will be a proper Dreamville mother. I know it to be true." She blushed at her mother's words. Everything felt perfect. 

Then there was Sage's dream. She was making some sort of sandwich, while wearing a blue apron that her wonderful husband had gotten her for her birthday. She was tapping her foot on the ground following the beat from a radio station playing the best pop music hits. None of those tunes which got you all confused inside were playing. Only those which made you happy to be alive were playing nonstop. As she finished making the sandwich, she grabbed a jar with his favorite marmalade spread. She attempted to open it but to no avail. Some jars were really so hard to open. She called out for him.

"Honey? Are you there? This jar won't open for me."

A man lumbered into the room. His muscles bulged. He was handsome, but his face was strangely obscured in shadow. He approached. "What's wrong, sweetie?" She couldn't think of his name. Why couldn't she remember it? She slid over the jar to him. She had an annoyed look on her face. Without any further words, he gently, and easily, opened it. The lid popped off with ease.

This made the blue-haired girl hot, bothered, and angry. Why could he do something she couldn't? What was wrong with her? Perhaps she really did need him around to help her with these kinds of things. Her husband noticed and almost laughed, then stopped himself. "I don't need the sandwich. We can do something even better together." He quickly picked up her up, carrying her like a princess with his huge arms. A blush went across her face. She said softly, "Honey, are you sure?"

He nodded. She only giggled, letting her Man carry her up the stairs to their shared bedroom.

Lastly, there was Thyme. She sat on a fluffy couch made from the softest down possible. She couldn't move much. Her belly was big. She knew exactly why. It would only be a few weeks before her beautiful child came into the world. She'd be a proud mother. She couldn't contain her joy, even at this late stage of pregnancy. The only hard part was that she couldn't clean, and get around, as much as she usually did. Still, her husband was generous, loving, and kind. His name escaped her. She lovingly moved her hand across her belly, gently stroking it. She could feel one of her babies kicking. She was carrying twins. She hoped they'd be girls so they could help around the house. Her heart swelled with happiness. She knew it made her husband happy. He glowed when she talked about the babies.

Her wonderful man would be home. Dinner was already cooked, but she couldn't serve him the meal like she usually did. She was sure hat he wouldn't mind her giving him a blowjob if he asked nicely for it. After all he was the man of the household and... Her thoughts quickly dissipated. This wasn't right. She awoke, utterly terrified. Her breaths were rapid. She felt fearful. She looked around, then remembered that her friends were in different rooms. She hoped they were peacefully sleeping. She wondered what made her feel this way. She couldn't remember.

As her worries and fear faded away, she realized that this inn, and this town, was so domestic. It was so gentle and peaceful. Nothing bad would happen to her or her friends there. She soon went back under the covers. She believed that everything would be fine the next day. Nothing would go wrong. Another dream soon occupied her mind. She fell into the lull of sleep once again.

The next day began peacefully, with sun streaming in the windows. It would have been suspicious if their clothes were missing. Instead, their clothes were nicely folded on top of the dressers in their respective rooms. However, other clothes were sitting right next to them, with a note that these garments would make their stay much more enjoyable. As the girls went down to breakfast, they felt fully rested, with smiles on their faces. They could did not remember what they'd dreamed about the night before. One of them, however, still felt a little groggy. It was Rosemary. Linda served them their breakfast and expressed her dismay.

"I'm sorry to hear that one of your teammates is still a bit sleepy. She can stay here while you go about the town and look around." The girls nodded. There were decent clothes laid for them. It was just their custom, within their town. Even so, the girls weren't sure about wearing these outfits. Linda insisted on it. Sage, Thyme, and Parsley started to leave the inn. They were wearing knee-length skirts, each of different colors: green for Thyme, yellow for Parsley, and blue for Sage. This was complimented by collared white blouses, white socks which went up to the ankles, and low-healed black leather shoes. They looked so different than usual. Rose looked at them curiously. Even so, she didn't want to ruin the mood, so she didn't say anything critical. She'd talk to them about this later.

Linda smiled. She put her hands together. "You all are so cute in those outfits." The girls didn't know how to take that compliment. This all felt so silly. "Thank you, Linda, for saying that," Sage said, "but can we wear out usual clothes instead?" Parsley added, "we can't really carry our weapons while wearing these dresses." Linda looked at them strangely. Why would they need weapons here? What were they thinking? She scoffed at them. She had to set them straight. "Oh, you girls don't need that. No violence happens in this town. Just leave your weapons here. We'll store them for you, for no charge."

They looked at each other. The domestic, and seemingly peaceful, atmosphere, stopped their instincts to say no. They decided to agree with Linda. As they left the inn, Rosemary walked up the stairs and laid down on a soft bed. She didn't want to let down her friends. She was a good person. She didn't want to indulge in someone's hospitality without giving back. As she closed her eyes for a second, she soon bolted upright when she heard the bedroom door open. It was none other than the golden haired, ponytail-wearing student, the one she detested: Aster Tourmaline. She gritted her teeth.

"What are you doing here, Aster? I thought you were back in Lyngarth?" He shook his head, his sparkly, and bright blue eyes shined under the light. He remained as jubilant as always. "Oh, my sweet pinky, I was, until I settled here...I know about your mother...you won't get any information about her without me." She looked at him with clear annoyance. She still hadn't forgiven him. He was awful.

As he came closer, she started to be dazzled by him again like in the past. She absentmindedly stared at him and started fantasizing. He warmly said something she hadn't expected. "I'm so proud of what you did at the academy. If you hadn't done what you did...well, we'd all be toast." Her face soon became flushed. She couldn't take praise like that this early in the morning! She was glad he was being kind to her. He held her hand closely and handed her something. It was ruby stone. She was amazed. These were rare. It was said that only the goblins of Naremare could find them in the mines.

"Where's you get this?" she asked, distinctly surprised. She hadn't expected this or any gift from him. He scoffed. "I have to admit that when I first met you all that time ago, I acted terribly. But, when I see you here today, I can't be but enchanted once more. When I heard you were coming here, I had to get this for you. You know that I deeply care for you." Rosemary's heart started beating even faster. She wondered if she had heard that right or if it had just been her imagination. Now, here she was, with someone she had once derided. And that person had said he was enchanted with her. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know what she should do. Without a second thought, a thought came into her mind: what would Linda do in this situation?

The solution was obvious. She giggled, batting her eyelashes, in a feminine way, something she'd never done before. The response conveyed that she returned his romantic interest without making herself look completely and utterly foolish. He placed a hand on her body, thrilling her even more. He took this as a positive sign. She was somehow elated.

He came close to her. He didn't want to make her pay for anything or put her down. Nor did he want to use some underhanded methods to change her behavior. Out of his pocket he pulled out a high-quality leather collar. His sweet words come out without any question. "Can you wear this? I promise you'll enjoy it." Rosemary wasn't sure, balking at the suggestion at the first. In her mind, she heard something tell her: listen to him. He'll do what's right for you if you let him. For some reason, she listened to this voice. "Okay," she remarked. He slipped it over her head and hair, then affixed it to her neck.

"Now you look like somebody owns you," he remarked. His words made her shutter. She hated hearing them. As he got closer, he promised he wouldn't hurt her. She found herself being pulled forward. She realized something: this wasn't a simple game. It was different. She was being told to be subservient and to submit to him, and only him. He could have used a leather paddle, or slapped her, but his methods were much more subtle. They aimed to reinforce her feeling that nothing was wrong and that she was safe with him. He wanted to keep her sweetness but remove her bombastic high energy.

Rather than shouting back or resisting, she almost leaned into him as he pulled her close. He stared intensely at her, determined to get his way. He pulled off her nightie, which she had changed into the night before. She wore a fashionable bra on top of some cleavage. She started to weaken and did not attempt to stop herself from falling under his spell. Nor did she give a second thought to following his words. "Strip now, my sweet Rosemary. You know it is what you want." She felt compelled to comply. She unhooked her bra in one motion and it fell to the floor. Aster smiled happily.

Everything was going much better than he thought it would. Her breasts were completely exposed. She didn't try to cover them with her arms. In a sweet and seductive tone, he cooed her to agree with him. He didn't have any sort of pumps, or any devices of that nature. Those kinds of things didn't exist. "Don't worry. Just give into me. You can trust me." She wasn't sure about this, until he started rubbing her small areolas with his hands. One hand touched each one, causing her to begin moaning. He moved his hand in such a way that her nipples slowly started to become more erect.

She felt a new sensation, a new form of stimulation she'd ever experienced before. There was no yelping. Instead, there was more moaning. He moved one hand to her panties, which were still dry. He couldn't let this pass. She was slowly starting to lose it, with her mind pulled into a certain place. She wasn't sure what was happening. As she groaned, she cried out. "that is so good. Do more of that, Aster." His goal of making clear that he was dominant, over her, was working. To complete his goal, he didn't need to "torture" any part of her body, nor did he need to give her any special climax. 

"Okay, Rosemary. I'll show you what it means to trust me." He proceeded to rip off her panties. He then danced his fingers along the edges of her altar of pleasure, then shoved them in one by one. Her moaning became even louder. Her determination to be nothing more than be a girl who stayed with him became even stronger. She weakly said, as feelings of pleasure washed over her, "oh, Aster...I trust you completely..." The man smiled. She had nearly been broken down, much faster than he'd expected. It was a delight. He suddenly pulled away his fingers from her breast and her special place. She became desperate and pleaded for him to finish the job.

"Please, I just need to release...I'll do what you ask." Aster had her exactly where he wanted. A devious grin went across his face. He planned to coax this girl's compliance, whether she wanted it or not. It was all part of a plan; all part of what his superiors had told him to do. It had worked like a charm. "Say you'll be mine forever, then I'll let you orgasm."

The pink-haired girl was becoming more sexually excited, with sweat across her body. The words poured out of her mouth. "Yes, I'll be yours forever...please let me release." The man nodded. He started up again, rubbing her breast with one hand and her divine center with another. She felt that this was what she needed. She climaxed. Her love juices spurted out. A milky substance came out of her left tit. A sense of relief came over her body. She hoped it had all ended. She could forget all of this and continue on their journey. He wasn't done yet. He now massaged both of her breasts.

"I never knew how beautiful you could be when you were mine," he declared. She moaned once more. He was getting what he wanted. He came close to her, whispering in her ear, "you know, a home is incomplete without a family." In this dazed state, she'd say anything to get out of it. He knew that. In an effort to make her feel that he was listening to her, he took off her collar and dropped it on the ground. He began sucking on her left breast, which he'd not rubbed as much earlier. Her mouth was no longer her own. She was no longer embarrassed, but on a sexual high instead.

"I was so wrong about you, Aster," she started to say, with her sexual energy beginning to plateau. As it started to dissipate, he had one more request. "Will you marry me? I can make you happy every day like this. I promise you. They say that a man needs a wife, and a wife cannot be anything without a home." Pondering it for a second, she couldn't believe what she said next. "Yes! Yes I do!" After she said this, due to the exertion of sexual energy, she fell into a sleep once again. He proceeded to whisper sweet magic into her ear, giving her the dreams that he wanted, to manipulate her into subservience.

He grinned. Everything was falling in place. When her friends returned from their walk around town, they would certainly be stunned at her decision. What remained next in Dreamville was up to them, as the mysteries of this place were slowly revealed. The town would certainly change the lives of these the four girls forever...